“Perhaps we’ll see a snowbow”, said Grant.
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Behold: A snowbow.
He does this all the time, summon things. If he says we haven’t seen turkeys lately, we promptly come upon a flock.
“Nibbs hasn’t been by for a while”. Two minutes later, Nibbs came past the window.
And so on. Doesn’t work for cash shortages, though.
Dammit.
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Grant didn’t actually see the snowbow himself because he couldn’t duck his head down.
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While I had a good view of the right hand arc, it wasn’t until I downloaded the photos that I noticed the left hand arc. Hardly surprising, considering the blinding light.
Are aging eyes more sensitive to harsh light, or is it actually really brighter this year? I can’t quite believe that it is, but it certainly seems so.
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The sky was particularly clear and the Sun is very low on the horizon now.
Which also creates those long, dark shadows.
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JET (the car) was taken for a bath the other day, but now she needed a routine check-up, so we took her to Bennington. I really wanted to stay home, but on such a fine day, with snow on the ground…the laundry could wait another day.
Oh, there’s nothing to stop me doing laundry in the afternoon, of course.
But I won’t.
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Are you particular about the timing of chores?
Ever since I can remember, I have always attempted to get any sort of work done promptly, as soon as it was required. Having anything in my virtual in-box unsettles me.
Contemplating retirement, I couldn’t imagine how I would fill my days. What would I do with all those extra hours? Now I wonder how I ever got anything done when I had to work.
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It’s not as if I have a great deal to do, yet I rise early and retire late. I do not take naps and I am not aware of day-dreaming, but days rush by with dizzying speed.
In any case, I reserve my afternoons for pleasant distractions.
Why shouldn’t I?
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Saying that reminded me of an aged relative whose 90th birthday party I was invited to, many years ago. I always stayed with her when I went to England. On the morning of the big day, she skipped about gaily, singing: “I’m 90! I can do what I want!”
Her daughter watched the performance with a worried look, as well she might. Later, at lunch, which was in a local restaurant, my aunt totally re-arranged the carefully thought out seating plan. But, it was her party and she was entitled to have it the way she wanted and if the bank manager was put out to be sitting next to the gardener, it was not apparent.
I shall not have a party, even if I live that long.
But I began doing what I wanted at the age of 70.
Alright, I concede, maybe I began doing as I wanted from about age 60, which is when self-imposed complications in my life replaced those that had been gifted to me by other people.
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Thank you so much, Carolyn, for such an uplifting post! I love the lady who, at 90 years young, thought she could do whatever she wanted! It was always my dream, but destiny decided otherwise. I envy Grant’s ability to summon things at will, but I don’t have such talent! The sky in your photos looks as if it were Tuscany…
Joanna
what a delightful post, thanks for this!
It is definitely our older eyes being more sensitive to brightness. Especially the low winter sun at this time of year, which hovers around at eye-level, so cannot be avoided. I started to do whatever I wanted when I retired at 60, as I certainly do not expect to live to the grand age of 90.
Best wishes, Pete.
You can do anything, or nothing, at any time of day. Tell them Peter said so!
I have never seen a snowbow before (of course not, because I have never seen snow 😏) – just beautiful! Your winter photos are so pretty, and I enjoy every post … I agree, laundry can definitely wait when nature is this beautiful. Do what you want, whenever you want – you are entitled to that!